what's love?
it's a common question.
no one knows the answer, or do we?
"I love you"
That word is said way too many times, or is it not said enough?
love is something we feel,
or is it just a feeling?
is love good or bad?
is it the good in the bad,
or is it the bad in the good?
no one understands love, but yet we define it.
it's knowledge of the unknown,
or is it the unknown knowledge of the answer in life?
we say we can't see love, but we see the people we love.
or is it the way the person makes you feel so we define it as love?
'everyone needs love in their lives', or is love a feeling everyone wants?
there's nothing wrong with questioning love, or do we need an explanation to finally understand that word for once?
we say we fight the demons in our heads, or are those demons the thoughts of someone we love?
we listen to love songs, or are those songs about a certain person and that one feeling?
we make mistakes because we're in love, or are they repairs of the bad?
we read something that gets us in that one feeling, or are we already
in that one feeling,
and someone else defines
part of it?
do we write about love?
or does love draw a picture
in our minds,
making us think about love?
is love real or fake?
is love temporary,
or does it last forever?
does love make us care about everything, or does it make us forget about everything but
that one person & feeling?
is love the opposite of pain,
or is pain the definition of love?
but my final question is,
why do we care?
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Nonfiksithis isn't a normal story. It's about things we all feel at times, or maybe all the time. It's not about someone or something. It's about feelings and emotions. That's why it seems ordinary. This story isn't based on one little thing, it's based on...
